Although only a small portion of the purple-black lightning struck the Black Dragon, it still made Wang Jixuan's main body spit blood, with his alien soul on the verge of collapse.
Master Wang dared not be careless and immediately hurled the Heavenly Immortal Primordial Spirit upward.
It all happened within a mere two seconds.
The Heavenly Immortal Primordial Spirit exploded with a resounding boom, releasing a brilliant shock wave, scattering its soul to the winds.
Wang Jixuan thought to himself, feeling lucky.
If not for the Heavenly Immortal's Primordial Spirit blocking this attack for him, his alien soul would likely be beyond saving, and he'd truly need to find a Pillar Blade Beast to create another puppet.
"Boss," Mu Dan's voice sounded beside him, using directional transmission technology, "Are we leaving now? Do we need to take more cultivators with us?"
Wang Jixuan's alien soul slowly returned to the puppet body.
